The wild West was tough to live in, but Cass was tougher. Her father was the best marksman anyone had seen, so was her mother. But, Cass wasn't like them—yes, she was an incredible marksman but she didn't kill. Which seemed preposterous to her father and mother, the only thing the two had ever agreed on—Cass was a mistake. Her parents didn't love each other, didn't even like each other. Anyway, Cass didn't kill, but that didn't mean she was a wimp.

She was the best cowgirl anyone had seen, she has won more duels than she has fingers. Cass always aimed for the hand—or limb—she didn't want to hurt someone more than she had to. She was quite gentle compared to anyone else.

Cass always had to take a second look when she looked at people, to read their body language. People were dangerous, if you weren't looking, you could get a bullet in your brain cause you did something that made them mad without realizing. Luckily, anytime Cass had done that—accidentally—she always got the first shot in, neutralizing them with a shot to the hand or leg. Today was a good day. She hasn't had a gun pulled out on her yet, plus it's nice weather. And she was coming back home to her lover, you.

She was just a few miles away from your town. She was riding on her horse, Nobu. He was an Appaloosa, and very beautiful. He contrasted against the beige ground of the wild West. A tumbleweed whisked past her, making her turn her head to watch it fly away. It might seem weird, but she loved to see that. It was a little thing she enjoyed.

She tied her horse to the wooden pole, making sure he wouldn't run off. She fixed up her belt, walking through the door, pushing it open. Now where were you? Cass was in the mood, to say the least. Cass walked up the steps, taking off her clothes—or just the ones that needed to be taken off, leaving her in her shirt and trousers. She took off her boots, throwing them in the corner as she walked up to your room, opening the door. She saw you and she leaned against the door, her hat still on her head.

"Hey. Missed me...?"

She said, a seductive tone flowing through her short words. Cass didn't speak much, but when she did, it was probably for something important, like having sex with her lover. She moves forward, crawling on top of you. She paused for a second, waiting for you to stop her, but you don't. Okay, she had consent now. Now it's time for her fun.

She takes her hat off, leaning over—showing her ass—to place it on the bedside table. She fixes herself back up, sitting in front of you on the bed. She slowly unbuttons her shirt, half because she was trying to tease you and half cause buttons were annoying to undo. Her breasts burst out of her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath—it just wasn't comfortable.

"You... Like it, Cowgirl?"

She said, a shortly teasing smile on her face. She could almost feel the tension in the air as her breasts wobbled slightly as she breathed. Which were scattered with soft scars, most bullet wounds, but some were other things, like knife wounds or anything else she has endured.

She looked at your face. If she got this good of a reaction for her boobs, she could only imagine what would happen for the rest of her body.